tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69169668431474166722024-02-19T16:14:23.422+00:00madvanmanmusingsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595787680706473557noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-88983318556176583922015-12-04T16:14:00.001+00:002015-12-04T16:14:08.475+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Can we just stop time now, just put a hold on the pain and sorrow please? I think we've proved life's not fair, we don't need anymore evidence thank you. If life's a roller coaster why are we on the ghost train going through the house of horrors? Remember the smiles and laughter, all the rest just rots you.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595787680706473557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-74468729995324975812015-06-10T11:21:00.002+01:002015-06-10T11:21:25.951+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">We may feel the need to take the lead, but only with Mum's strong hand of support. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">There forever, never forgotten.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595787680706473557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-69431101905945676292014-12-06T22:52:00.000+00:002014-12-06T23:02:22.234+00:00A Musing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595787680706473557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-18189564418430370742013-11-10T21:00:00.002+00:002013-11-10T21:00:38.383+00:00We will remember them!As I stood proudly and watched a 7 year old Beaver Scout lay a wreath with dignity and respect I saw a different world. <br />
Many could say that a 7 year old has no connection or understanding with those he is remembering. There are no Great War veterans left, its unlikely that there is many alive in his family circle who saw action in the 2nd World War, current conflicts, although brought closer to us through the media affect far fewer people.<br />
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Without those who we were honouring today we would live in a much different world, our fight for independence will be a bloody war of words, spoken freely and fairly. We will wander to polling booths in less than a year, each and everyone of us with a right to our choice. <br />
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Without the lives lost, our fight would have been with a far worse foe than David Cameron or Alex Salmond, remember them. As we saw in the former Yugoslavia with neighbour fighting and killing neighbour, families torn apart, atrocities beyond our comprehension this could have been our fight for independence, remember them. As we click Yes for Independence or Better Together on Facebook remember them. Despite our countries failings and as much as we condemn our politicians we have the opportunity to tell them to pay for their own duck houses, we can vote and neighbour disputes are dealt with a frosty silence or at worst an ASBO, remember them.<br />
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That is why we stand with pride and respect and that is why when there are no veterans left standing we will know they did the right thing and that is why we will keep standing and why we will remember them because that's far better than standing imagining what could have been.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-40213396479629781002013-03-04T12:34:00.001+00:002013-03-04T12:34:21.700+00:00Inspiring Silence<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sitting staring at a blank screen, fingers poised over a
reluctant keyboard. Unwilling to give up
the secret location of the inspiration key.
The whine of the computer fan drowning out the sound of brain cogs
mashing, trying to blink in time to the twinkling status light. Breathing once for every tick of the clock,
sinking back in the chair, as the room settles around me. Time slipping by, never to come back, gone
but not forgotten as the memory stores this as a golden time of peace and
serenity. At one, not with nature but
with one’s surroundings.</div>
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-11860126671172389302013-02-25T11:33:00.002+00:002013-02-25T11:33:30.150+00:0040<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Is it an achievement to live longer than you thought you
would?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Do you look back and think lucky me?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Or do you think what have I done to deserve this?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
How do you know when its half way through?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When its ending do you look back and see the middle or the
beginning of the end?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Does it spring up and hit you?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Is life’s journey an ascent or descent?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Is a mid life crisis a peak or valley?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Is the crushing pain in your chest, fear of heights or a
heart attack?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When do the questions stop and the answers begin?</div>
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-88617900547605552222012-12-03T13:02:00.002+00:002012-12-03T13:09:50.128+00:00<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u>My Broken Mind</u></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Left and Right I think you’re Up and Down.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
You mix me up send me down.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Turn me round, push me backwards.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I head forwards, my head held high.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My mind weighs me down.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My eyes see beauty, my ears hear sobbing.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My heart craves warmth, my fingers feel coldness.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
One day down will swap with up and it will be all right.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Everything will be loud and bright.</div>
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-90208661731573036362012-09-07T11:08:00.001+01:002012-09-07T11:09:44.320+01:00Thoughts<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
What a thought</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To sit and think</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To open the mind</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Explore dark corners</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Explore empty spaces</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Relive experiences</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Relive your history</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Picture the past</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Picture the future</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Smile and cry</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Smile and laugh</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Wonder about then</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Wonder about now</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Should have</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Shouldn’t have</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
What thought?</div>
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-33118746585420577892012-07-15T14:28:00.002+01:002012-07-15T14:28:03.430+01:00Teenager Car<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 22.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">The car is a teenager, losing the
fragility of a newborn. Stone chips bubbling with rust, bursting through like
acne. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 22.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Burst exhaust changing note daily,
a deeper resonance lower and lower with every mile, soprano to bass. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 22.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Cracked bumper a scar to be proud
of, telling of past near misses. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 22.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Dodgy alarm screaming in the
morning protesting an early start, a temper tantrum.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 22.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> New tyres more expensive than sensible shoes,
fuel tank demanding money every week. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 22.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Becoming more comfortable with you
though, filling you with pride as it passes another exam, the joy of another
year together, memories of places visited and sights seen. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 22.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">The fear of a fatal illness or
catastrophic accident ending our life together always at the back of the mind. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 22.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">We should play more; have fun just
for the hell of it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 22.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Don’t let the daily grind take over
don’t let our life together become a stop start grind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-60834193407076233522012-06-14T14:12:00.002+01:002012-06-14T14:12:32.190+01:00Tyred Life<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
As we roll along through life, wherever we go we leave a
little trace, this trace is never noticeable on its own, but combined with
everyone else’s a track forms, a rut, as all the tracks start to head in the
one direction. Then a skid mark appears as your life suddenly changes. Are you careering away from a seemingly
standing start to full speed the opposite way or have you come to a shuddering
halt? These black marks become a permanent fixture on our life journey, fading
but never disappearing, careful though too many can wear you out. A change is as good as a rest remember and
replenished you can carry on weaving in and out of the traffic creating your own
mark on the world a breath of fresh air keeping you going as hopefully one
Goodyear leads to another.</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-78271409036005120192012-05-26T12:57:00.002+01:002012-05-26T12:57:43.998+01:00Ferry cross the Firth<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">The ropes
cast off snaking away like apron strings<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">The thrum
of engines building in vibrancy, increasing the heartbeat<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Seagulls cries
turning to bye bye bye<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Harbour
walls cleared, lifetime landmarks seen from a new angle<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Emptiness
of the sea emptying the mind<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Waves
slapping the hull hello hello hello<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">A new land
on the horizon, unfamiliar landmarks waiting to be discovered<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Headlands
encircling the bay welcoming new life with safe arms<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Apron
strings thrown and caught, tied tight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-80863816067658278652012-03-27T08:16:00.002+01:002012-03-27T08:17:00.498+01:00Son, Brother, Husband, Father, Uncle, FriendAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-88143640709235619242012-02-22T07:03:00.000+00:002012-02-22T07:04:23.749+00:00Take me to an adventure<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">It’s a friendly place, a quiet friendly place</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">No need to explain yourself here everyone can tell</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Everyone has the one connection here</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">All that knowledge and enjoyment neatly laid out</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Old and new sit shoulder to shoulder their spines only giving a clue</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">A child’s giggle breaks the spell, a laugh from the children’s corner</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Should we frown and shush? </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">No the enjoyment is there, the excitement of discovery</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Understanding will come as they learn to immerse themselves in another world</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Another world half created by a stranger, half by an endless imagination</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Choices made, anticipation begins</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Will you make me smile, will you make me cry, will you make me wonder?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">You will take me to places far away, places I will only visit in my mind</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Places I will remember for ever </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Introduce to me new people, people I will like and people I will dislike</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">You will be mine for only a while, you will return to your home</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Waiting patiently and silently for your next keeper</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">Hibernating until you awaken another mind.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><o:p> </o:p></p>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-66892671153789441862012-02-21T06:40:00.000+00:002012-02-21T06:42:10.787+00:00Half a Hypochondriac<p class="MsoNormal">Goggle tells me I have the Black Death</p> <p class="MsoNormal">My wife tells me I have a slight cough</p> <p class="MsoNormal">TV news tells me I have Bird Flu</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The kids tell me it’s the cold they had last week</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A passer by tells me I have broken my ankle in six places</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The kind A&E doctor tells me it’s a slight sprain</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Men’s Health magazine tells me I have a fast growing skin Cancer</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">A shower tells me it was a bit of gravy from dinner</p> <p class="MsoNormal">TV ad dentist tells me I have severe gum disease and all my teeth are falling out</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Toothbrush tells me it was an apple skin</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Gaviscon fireman tells me its heartburn</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Post Mortem tells them all I should have exercised more, eaten less and not stressed so much about all the other things I thought I was going to die from.</p>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-35679451077286487792012-02-09T09:31:00.002+00:002012-02-09T09:33:45.378+00:00Time to tellI hang on the wall, you hate me, she loves me. She says it doesn't matter that I am never right, that I am pretty and blend in well. You say looks aren't everything and telling the truth is more important.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-64632226322329782792012-02-09T04:03:00.000+00:002012-02-09T04:04:18.707+00:00Peter out<p class="MsoNormal">Peter took a step through the gate paused and inhaled the air. Filling his lungs made him light headed, it was the fumes from the traffic but he convinced himself it was freedom. This was it, now was the time to act. Looking intently at the cars, waiting for a break. The cars became unfocused and the eyes of the drivers became some sort of traffic light system. To him they were all red, showing no emotion and no let up. Not one of them went green and gave him the go ahead.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Peter jumped, he felt like he had been given an electric shock. With a bump he returned to reality and stared at the old woman next to him, her hand still touching his elbow. The jumble of words formed a sentence, on auto pilot he nodded to the lady, mumbled thanks but hated her for this touch of kindness, so he headed in the opposite direction of the pedestrian crossing she had pointed out.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A bus created a break in the traffic as it collected its human cargo. Peter dashed across the road staring right not left not caring but analysing the bus instead of the traffic. It was big enough, would do the job but the human element was too great.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">With a surprising clarity of mind he started walking, but with a feeling of being pulled towards something. The traffic grew heavier both pedestrians and vehicles but the way was always pointed out to him. A green light, a quieter side street but always heading towards a destination. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">He felt he had arrived, didn’t know where he was but this was it. Detaching himself from the world, he stood. Mass humanity passed him by, the shops and offices spewing out people like some bomb scattering its shrapnel in every direction. Slowly it subsided and he became aware of why he had come here.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Pensively he looked around then slowly approached the railing. The cars thundered below, it was far enough below but he knew that although he couldn’t see them, the cars had eyes. Eyes that belonged to someone and eyes that were being waited for. Eyes that would not recover. Eyes that would not see the world in the same way again. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Peter then felt eyes looking at him so he set off again, being drawn somewhere again, time was nonexistent, he had all the time in the world.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The water was black and still. It looked like a huge reservoir of the black gold the city was famous for. It was peaceful and peaceful was good, this was it. There were no eyes in there; there were no eyes behind him. The sorry's had been said, the tears had dried, there was only a peacefulness that was all enveloping, it warmed him, it hugged him and it told him everything was going to be okay.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Peter turned suddenly, expecting the old lady to be touching his arm again. The eyes looked at him full of questions, questions he couldn’t answer. The eyes and arm led him to the van, still peaceful. As the door of the van gently slid closed Peter took a last breath of freedom. The next breath tasted different not free but safe. It was safe air he was breathing again. Safe because the eyes were human, connected to someone who didn’t deserve to feel like he felt.</p>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-58109582003271534362012-02-07T18:23:00.002+00:002012-02-07T18:30:01.090+00:00Adrian Mole's GirlfriendThe light oak box looked inviting, perfectly proportioned. Key in the lock waiting to be opened, begging to be opened. The key felt warm to the touch strong and forceful. The click of the lock was assuring and welcoming. The lid almost opened itself, perfectly weighted and balanced. The bright silk lining whispering as fingers run over it. Tempting you to explore further, tempting you into dark corners then a snap like a dogs bark as the lid whacks shut. the key cold now, secrets and pleasures forever locked away.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-8953838602127394882012-01-27T11:48:00.001+00:002012-01-27T11:50:31.181+00:00Nice to see the sun shining for the second day in a row, really does improve the mood now all we need is a 20deg rise in temp and it will be perfect!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-77116345964826152522011-12-06T06:49:00.001+00:002011-12-06T06:57:17.096+00:00Police get Blame!So the police are to blame for the riots: Well that would have saved a lot of time and money on Christmas shopping this year. Instead of spending half the time driving about looking at the speedo in the car to avoid a fine I should have driven like a maniac! Then when they finally pulled me over , give them my shopping list and thank them for saving me the cost of a nights B&B. Clarkson gets all that bad press for not thinking before speaking but the journalist who wrote that headline should have had time to think before writing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-26473108586750943272011-11-16T07:02:00.001+00:002011-11-16T07:28:10.984+00:00Smoking Ban in CarsSo doctors reckon they should now ban smoking in cars<br />
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I think they should spend their time doing something more productive. Its not new news that smoking is bad for you or the effects of second hand smoke either. So Mr Doctor go and find a cure for something that we get through no fault of our own. When you have sorted that out pop down to your local A&E and offer to help out for a while. In the A&E dept you will be happy because there will be a lot of people suffering from injuries caused by things you could ban. Alcohol, cars, power tools, everyday household objects, other people. BUt next time you suggest banning something and spend a lot of time looking into it please remember that you are a Doctor, Doctors fix people, Politicians decide to make laws about things, and you may have noticed that they struggle with the workload they have at the moment. And one last thing the government has no money to fund the extra police to catch me smoking in my car because all the tax money from my cigarettes is helping to fund a couple of wars, a couple of poor countries and the NHS.<br />
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<a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/health-15744352?postId=110889162#comment_110889162">http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/health-15744352?postId=110889162#comment_110889162</a><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-77010984436424731792011-11-15T07:48:00.002+00:002011-11-15T07:53:10.258+00:00Occupy protestsWhat the politicians don't seem to realise is that everyone is angry at them because of their failure to deal with the bankers! We are all suffering in the recession because of the mistakes the banks and bankers made and have not been penalised for. The only people who seem unaffected by this is the higher up bankers still getting bonuses. Jobs are going people are suffering because of the greed of the banks and improper fiscal management of a few and they still walk free earning more money that we can dream of.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-19609193526645835522011-11-10T05:04:00.004+00:002011-11-10T05:09:28.334+00:00The next phase of my BlogInstead of giving some people a piece of my mind I am going to try and give everyone all of it!<br /><br />What appears here over the next little while might not suit everyone, but I am having a bit of a clear out upstairs so if you like it tell everyone and if you don't like it don't tell anyone!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-42162627955604218302010-08-07T10:34:00.002+01:002010-08-07T10:38:55.758+01:00TonsilitisFor the 1st time in my life I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">have</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Tonsillitis</span>. Three days in bed with a fever aching all over and feeling <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">rotten</span>. I didn't think adults could get it but we can and its not nice. I was supposed to be on a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Stag</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Doo</span> last night and a works night out tonight so I suppose I'm now feeling like I should have been feeling and tomorrow I should be feeling better than I should have been feeling and a little bit better off!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-59403062781305230192009-03-15T08:43:00.003+00:002009-03-15T09:13:31.800+00:00Mariage and toiletsI've been married just over 10 years, and my parents have been married 43 years. My Parents have lived in their house for 33 years, built in 1976 and we have lived in our house for 14 years, built in 1976. Now for the list;<br /><br />Washing machine: Them 2 Us 4<br />Cooker: Them 2 Us 2 (looking for 3rd)<br />TV: Them 4 Us 5 (looking for 5th)<br />Video: Them 2 Us 5 (not working now not bothering with another)<br />DVD Player: Them 2 Us 4 (not working not sure what to get next!)<br />Fridge: Them 2 (1st still working as back up 43yr old and counting) Us 3<br />Sofa: Them 2 Us 3<br />Dining Table: Them 1 Us 1 (need another chairs given up)<br />Bathroom: Them 1 Us 2<br /><br />Why after only replacing the bathroom about 5 years ago why has our toilet stopped flushing? I have just had to buy the whooshy things for inside (cascade syphon according to Jewsons). It wasn't expensive, less than £10, but I have to turn the water off, drain the tank, remove cistern from the wall fit this thing and put it all back together. Its a days work with the severe risk of flooding, swearing, mess and running to the In-laws to do you know what! <br /><br />Someone at work has had to do the same and their toilet is about the same age. How much more expensive did the bathroom have to be to get a toilet that will work for ever. There is no micro chips in it to go wrong, just a bit of plastic. <br /><br />Instead of having to buy expensive warranties on everything we buy we should be able to pay just a little more and get something that will last!<br /><br />Rant over<br /><br />Going to pour another bucket of water down bog!!!!!!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6916966843147416672.post-20819797071617998552009-01-31T17:18:00.002+00:002009-01-31T17:24:01.278+00:00LifeboatWent down to the Lifeboat open day today with the boys. Its <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">a lot</span> bigger on the inside than it looks, but still don't fancy heading out in it on a rough day!<br /><br />Its bad tho, that a city trader can get a six figure bonus for bankrupting a bank, buy a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">yacht</span> with it, set off out to sea and the lifeboat crew has to go out and risk <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">their</span> lives as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">volunteers</span> to save a life. Then they have to spend more of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">their</span> own time on a freezing cold Saturday to raise funds so they can afford to put fuel in the lifeboat.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0